I’m horrified to discover that a month has gone by since the last time I did some substantial journaling. The lure of the Facebook Status Quick Fix is strong.
The power has gone out in the building. But my laptop is still accessing the internet through the wireless network, which apparently runs on the moisture in the air or something.
Awesome. I feel ready to survive a nuclear war.
If you think petty error messages can dissuade me, no matter how obscure or how little information given, you are sorely mistaken.
I will connect the underlying schematic through this hierarchical block like an underlying schematic has never been connected through a heirarchical block before.
And your momma, too.
There is simply no elegant way to cough with an ice cube in your mouth. And yet, sometimes you must.
I am about to go solder six 0402 size capacitors onto the circuit board I am testing. I have never worked with 0402 size capacitors. They are small enough that you could probably fit a good 5 or 6 on the back of a ladybug. I know people do it. I’m just not sure how.
I am a fan of the Gregory McDonald mystery novels, which most folks know from the Fletch movie adaptation1. The humor style of the books is different from the movie, largely because Chevy Chase is just being himself, doing his own thing. I like both.
I used to own every Fletch, Flynn and Skylar novel, and re-read each many, many times. They are not great literature (Mr. McDonald is a bit heavy-handed with getting a theme across at times) but I like the writing style and his plots are often rollicking. It got to the point, though, where I decided I had just read them enough, and they had to go. I considered bundling them all up and selling that whole batch on eBay, but in the end we gave them to our friend Sarah for a garage sale.
The last thing I had read of his was Skylar in Yankeeland in 1997.
Lo and behold, on a whim, I did a search on Amazon for him today, and he published Flynn’s World in 2003. I’ve been waiting 10 years for a new book, and I only had to wait six! Sheesh.
And on further investigation, I see Fletch Won, the first of the Fletch prequels, is slated to be a movie in 2007. IMDb says rumors are Zach Braff is scheduled to play the lead. I’ll go with that.
1 Though not the Fletch Lives sequel, which had nothing to do with the book series storyline, largely because the ending of the original movie was different from the book (and much inferior, IMHO).
From the guy who brought you The Dump email…
“Sounds like the cure is worse than the solution.”
-My soon to be ex-boss
Also, please welcome another blast from the past,
She’s one of those jazz-singing/OBGYN doctor/mother of twins that are all
the rage these days.
and had the good sense to stay in the Cincinnati area so she could have
access to Skyline Chili. There were probably some other reasons, but
that’s the one that sticks in my mind.
Her blog on the joys and sorrows of raising a pair of twins can be found
at http://www.xanga.com/hilkoh, but I sucked her into LJ so she could
comment without being anonymous.
I think Toy Story 2 is actually marginally better than Toy Story.
A friend from high school set up a website to reconnect the old Fairfield High School Drama Club ca. 1988-1992. One of the old gang, Eric Lange, has been an actor for about 8 years or so in L.A. He’s been supporting himself with it, and I knew he’d had bit parts on West Wing and ER to name a few. But what I didn’t know, and am shocked that I didn’t know, is that he played a Fed in the Firefly episode “Train Job”, which is probably my favorite episode. But I never noticed him. So now I’ve got to go over it frame by frame.
The power has been blinking on and off all day, which is annoying.
Historically, because we are wimps, we have kept the thermostat set around 75 in winter, which is bad. And we’ve been rewarded with gas/electric bills between $200-300 during the cold months, especially back in our loft days. This year, with knowledge of the rise in gas prices and accumulated guilt from wasting energy, we knocked the temperature down to 68 degrees, and bought a cord of wood, and have been using the fireplace as much as possible. The fireplace is near the thermostat, so when it’s on, the heat doesn’t come on at all. It freezes out the other rooms, but we huddle in what we call “Glenn’s Room”. In reward for this, we got a gas bill of $480. I shudder to think what it would have been had we NOT become reasonable users of energy. I have since tuned it down to 65 degrees.
I’m doing a TheatreSports show tonight, which I haven’t done in quite a while. It’s also reportedly a sold-out show, according to dragonflygirl71, which I haven’t done in much longer. I am not nervous, though I wish I was.
I have to go to Phoenix, Arizona on Monday until Wednesday for work. It is annoying, but it is not for Wal*Mart, so I’m okay with it.
As I was typing this, RocketBoy came up, tugged my shirt, and said “I’m going to go sit down, and you can get me more cheese.”
I guess I have my marching orders.
We’re moving from Lotus Notes to Outlook 2003 here at work today.
My computer has been archiving Lotus emails for something like 2 hours now. The IT people are appalled that I don’t delete email.
IT Guy: (looking at the ongoing archive) Ah, well that’s the sent box. People rarely delete anything in their sent box, so it usually takes
a while to do the archiving.
Me: I never delete anything. In any box.
IT Guy: What?
Me: I have a bad memory, so I never delete anything in case I need to go back and remember what was going on.
IT Guy: (stares in horrified silence)
Me: So this might take a while, huh?
IT Guy: (more horrified silence)
IT Guy: (dies)
In other news, today’s conspiracy theory:
There is a really, really annoying buzzing sound coming from some of the overhead lighting near my cube this morning.
So, if I go on a crazy rampage this afternoon, all of you can explain why to the police later.
You know the scenes in Searching for Bobby Fisher in the park, where there are these animated, low-down dirty drug usin’ chess players? They curse and gesticulate and use intimidation tactics while playing chess?
That’s what our break room is like during break time for the repair center.
I just saw a guy stand up, slam a knight from one position to the other, and yell “Damn! I got your ass on the run now!”
They also play dominoes with the same enthusiasm.